Phantasmagoria

Pretty how leaves fall on the ground

Hear the owls hootin’ in the night

As the whispers echo in the breeze

Now the shadows start to gather

Tearing someone limb from limb

Another unlucky soul loses their head

Shadows chew the meat off the bones

Making them pleased ‘n’ mor’ hungry

Ah— see them begin to grin widely

Giants tremble whenever they’re near

O~ they fear the shadow man’s army

Raised to spread out across many

Islands, villages, across cities, & towns

Anything that faces them never live to see the light of day!

02/10\2020 (c)